ya know this story is like a bunch of mini stories sometimes
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After they came to pick up my Dad, they took us to the hospital to get us checked up. The officer's name was Mariah and she was very nice. Phil was fine, just bruises on his body from the way my Dad was pushing him into the wall. I, had cuts from the crash that had been reopened when I took Dan's punch. From what I heard from Dan, I had blood streaking all down my cheek. After the checkup, I didn't really know what to do. They said they would bring us in for questioning tomorrow, so I had no idea what to do.

Then, I thought of something.

I went to get my stuff from my first house. My Mom hugged me saying I was old enough to make my own decisions. I grabbed everything I could, except for my bed and stuffed animals. I would come back. I looked around the room to see if I missed anything, and sure enough, I missed my most priced possession.

My box.

Before you ask, my box is full of things people have given to me right before they died. For example, my grandma in England gave me a pair of gold earrings, my grandpa's old watch, and my uncle's yellow socks.

And a tube of glitter from Charlie.

I remember that day, he had overdosed and we all knew he was going to die, but he believed he could make it. He thought he really could.

\flashback/

I walked into the hospital room at sixteen. Its was seven fifty three. Seven minutes until he dies. I saw the pale skin color and tan brown hair. The overdosed face. I knew it would happen.

"Hey Andre." He says, but its so hoarse, it sounds like a squeak. My heart drops at the sight of one of my friends almost dead.

"Hey."

"Please, I won't die An, you gotta believe me."

"Your face is so pale you could pass as a vampire if you wanted to." I tell him, changing the subject. Death was the one thing I wanted to avoid.

"Hey, look, I'm giving anybody who comes to see me a tube, you want one?" He whispers, handing me a tube of glitter. I smiled at him and checked the time.

Seven fifty nine.

"Charlie, don't you ever forget any of us."

"Hey, can you turn around, I don't want you to see me die." He manages before shaking slightly. A doctor walks in and pulls me away. Outside, Emma is waiting for me. I run to her and hug the life out of her.

"Its okay, you'll be okay."

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I felt tears brim in my eyes, but I've had enough crying this year so I choke them back down. I sit down on my bed before realizing I'm moving out.

I'm actually moving out.

All the memories I've had here are tucked into a bag. My Dad's in jail and my brother is only young. So young. I step off my bed and head to the door. I look over my shoulder at the black painted room one more time before shutting the door.

I'm moving out.

I head down the loud steps and see my Mom. Dante is asleep in her arms while she's smiling. She looks to me and I'm overwhelmed. I rush to hug her and she hugs back.

"Andre, you are you and I'm proud. You go out there and make a difference. You can write, make a living. Stay with Phil, you two are closer than you think. Just please be careful." She whispers into my ear and I nod furiously.

I look to Dante and kiss him on the forehead. I get up, and head towards the door. I turn to look one last time before shutting the door, leaving that life behind.

I walked down the road, heading towards the apartment where I would be spending the next few years of my life. So far, my life has been so crappy, its not even worth living, but I know it will get better.

Everything gets better eventually.

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I reached the apartment, sweat dripping down my forehead. My bun had fallen out, leaving a half up half down ponytail. The bags I had been dragging were almost ripped, and I couldn't let go. I knew Becca was the only one home so I did the only thing imaginable.

"Becca! Open the door!"

A shout was given back almost immediately.

"I can't, I'm in the shower!"

"Then get out of the shower!"

"It doesn't work that! Once you've started a shower, you have to fulfill it!"

And I knew I was stuck outside till five.

And it was three.

I passed the time by finding ways to hold the bags, text Phil, or call to Becca again.

Finally, Dan and Phil are walking down the road and I'm so relieved, I let go of the bags.

Shoot.

A laptop sleeve and sweatshirt fall out before I can stop it. Phil laughs loudly and a scowl is on my face. His laugh stops.

"Help me, please."

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We got inside, but before we can settle down, someone rings the doorbell. A police officer is standing there.

"Phil Lester and Andrea Lexington here?"

"Yeah, that's me. Phil!" Phil comes and shakes hands with the officer.

"Hi officer, can we help you?" He says sweetly, putting on his 'cute' face as he calls it.

"Can you come in for questioning the day after tomorrow? The officer who was going to question you, well, his daughter has prom with her girlfriend so.." He explains, looking down.

Its Brianna's Dad who was gonna question us.

A small groan escaped my mouth as I realised prom was tomorrow. Both adults looked at me questionably, but brushed it off.

"Of course!"

The officer than left, door shutting behind him.

"Your prom is tomorrow An." He said, tears brimming in his eyes. My eyes started to prick and I hugged him. Our arms locked around each other.

"I love you Phil. Thank you for everything."

"Don't mention it kiddo, don't mention it." He grinned.

By now everyone knew, Phil would always be there.

And so would I.

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AHHHHHH TWO CHAPTERS

-k